It had become clear that the Magical Creature before them held a special but terrific power. It's mist, which they guessed was it's body, could somehow kill the cells of living beings.
It probably would not have much effect on powerful people and creatures, but to Veer and his group, it was a death sentence. Their bodies were too weak to handle it and would die quickly.
It was also clear how the Floating Island became empty with no Magical Creatures. The mist had probably slowly, and surely killed all the creatures of the floating islands, making it the sole ruler...to some extent.
"And that's probably not the full extent of it's power," Veer muttered, narrowing his eyes on the mist. "Rock, do you still sense those eyes?"
"Yes, Boss. They're still there and will eat us alive once the barrier is broken," Rock said with a nod.
